Emma had come over to check on Regina. It wasn't often your arch nemesis tricked you into essentially killing your own mother. She probably needed someone to be with her in that massive house of hers.
They weren't particularly close, save for the occasional coming together to blow off steam, but she still had an inkling of feeling for the woman she not so frequently slept with, and no one should be alone after an event like that.
She knew she made the right choice when Regina didn't bother to offer any sarcastic or demeaning quips, merely opening the door and allowing Emma passage.
Without any sort of pomp and circumstance, Emma turned and pulled Regina into a hug. The older woman didn't cry, but sighed in reverence, actually glad to have Emma with her.
Pulling slightly back from the hug, Emma studied Regina's face. There was the usual sadness, some expected anger, but mostly there was a deep seated confusion. Tucking a stray hair behind Regina's ear, she left her hand in place on her jaw and pulled Regina in for a sweet kiss. Being the two of them, the sweetness quickly shifted into a full on make out session; which only made it to the stairs with Regina straddling Emma a third of the way up the staircase.
They had just pulled away for a breather, when a sound from the den, much akin to that of a moan, grabbed their attention. Regretfully halting their interaction, they slowly approached the room in question, Regina with a fireball ready in hand. The sight they found immediately caused Regina to extinguish the fire, and groan out loud.
There, on her $600 couch, her good friend HG Wells was knuckle deep in her girlfriend, Myka.
"Seriously, guys?" Regina all but whined. "I mean, really?"
Myka looked up sheepishly, having the decency to blush; though HG was laughing hysterically under Myka.
"Sorry, Regina," Myka said sincerely, her blush increased as her girlfriend continues to chortle underneath her, her fingers still buried in her. "We got a little carried away."
"It looks like you two did too," Helena noted, glancing over her shoulder.
Regina and Emma took that moment to glance down at themselves. Regina's skirt was hiked up to mid-thigh, and her shirt was almost completely unbuttoned. Emma's jeans were unzipped and splayed open; the look of complete confusion evident on her face as she tried to remember when in the hell her shirt had come off.
"Fair enough," Regina said regally. "Next time, you know where the guest bedroom is. Mess up that couch; you're buying me a new one."
With that final declaration, Regina grabbed Emma's hand and hauled her toward the stairs, hoping to make it to her bedroom this time.
